she wanted to kiss him, but not now. “But you are mine, only mine, Wyatt. I will never let another have the pleasure of your tongue or your cock. Only me.”
“Let me kiss you,” he whispered, the hesitant brush of his lips over hers sending a fire raging through her blood.
“No making out in my kitchen,” Yuki said in a loud voice. “I don’t want pubes on the counter.”
Michelle jerked back, startled by how close she’d come to giving in. Wyatt coughed and turned his back on her, laughing deep in his chest. Curious as to his reaction, using it as something to distract herself, she ran a fingernail down his spine, hard enough to leave a faint red line.
“Something wrong, Callahan?”
Yuki giggled and poured the eggs into a skillet. “I think he’s afraid of offending my delicate sensibilities.”
“What?”
Yuki held her arm up in the universal signal for a hard cock.
“Ohhhhh…” She loved how the muscles in his back stood out in such sharp relief as he no doubt fought the urge to flee. “Wyatt, darling, turn around.”
The door to the mudroom slammed and a second later James came into the kitchen. He took one look at Michelle and his wife and began to laugh. “I don’t know what you two are up to, but leave the poor bastard alone.”
Ignoring Yuki’s glare, he walked over to Wyatt and handed him a couple pairs of sweats and some folded t-shirts. “Here, I doubt Michelle will let you wear a shirt in the house, especially with those pierced nipples of yours, but if she lets you outside you might need this. Bathroom is right down the hall, first door on the left.”
“Thanks.” Without saying another word Wyatt fled to the hallway.
Yuki took a mound of bacon out of the oven where it’d been staying warm and set it on the counter. “Don’t think you can protect him from us, James.”
He snagged a piece of bacon and gave his wife an insolent smile. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, oh beautiful Mistress of mine.”
“Brat,” Yuki muttered as she smacked his hand away with her spatula. “Unless you want Wyatt coming back to find you serving as our new center piece I suggest you behave.”
James coughed and backed away. “I’m pretty sure it’s an unspoken guy rule that you shouldn’t be naked while you eat breakfast with each other for the first time.”
Michelle helped Yuki set the table, grinning at their banter. In their relationship, Yuki enjoyed his antics, and let him get away with a great deal before taking her husband firmly in hand and giving him what he craved - discipline followed by amazing sex.
Speaking of amazing sex, Wyatt strolled back into the kitchen, his swagger now back in perfect form. Michelle allowed him to see her desire, to see how much she appreciated his body. He grinned at her and nodded at Yuki. “Anything I can help you with, ma’am?”
“No thanks. I enjoy feeding big guys with hearty appetites. If your plate is clean it makes me happy to know that I’ve filled the hole in your belly.” She heaped two omelets and a mess of bacon onto his plate.
As she put food on Michelle’s plate the two women exchanged a look. Yuki had noticed how thin Wyatt was as well, and Michelle appreciated her subtle way of making sure Wyatt ate everything on his plate. Sometimes honey worked better than vinegar and, by phrasing it in a way that made Wyatt think of it as pleasing her, Yuki had ensured he would clean his plate. With Yuki’s willowy and almost ethereal exotic looks it was easy to forget how bloody good she was at being a Mistress.
James and Wyatt ate in silence for a bit, each of them making incoherent noises of appreciation, while the women chatted.
“Ma’am, this is amazing,” Wyatt said around a mouthful of omelet. “Did you go to school for this?”
“No, cooking is my hobby. In exchange for using the old barn as my studio I cook and keep Michelle from trying to kill us with her attempts at anything culinary.”
“Hey now! I
“Let me kiss you,” he whispered, the hesitant brush of his lips over hers sending a fire raging through her blood.
“No making out in my kitchen,” Yuki said in a loud voice. “I don’t want pubes on the counter.”
Michelle jerked back, startled by how close she’d come to giving in. Wyatt coughed and turned his back on her, laughing deep in his chest. Curious as to his reaction, using it as something to distract herself, she ran a fingernail down his spine, hard enough to leave a faint red line.
“Something wrong, Callahan?”
Yuki giggled and poured the eggs into a skillet. “I think he’s afraid of offending my delicate sensibilities.”
“What?”
Yuki held her arm up in the universal signal for a hard cock.
“Ohhhhh…” She loved how the muscles in his back stood out in such sharp relief as he no doubt fought the urge to flee. “Wyatt, darling, turn around.”
The door to the mudroom slammed and a second later James came into the kitchen. He took one look at Michelle and his wife and began to laugh. “I don’t know what you two are up to, but leave the poor bastard alone.”
Ignoring Yuki’s glare, he walked over to Wyatt and handed him a couple pairs of sweats and some folded t-shirts. “Here, I doubt Michelle will let you wear a shirt in the house, especially with those pierced nipples of yours, but if she lets you outside you might need this. Bathroom is right down the hall, first door on the left.”
“Thanks.” Without saying another word Wyatt fled to the hallway.
Yuki took a mound of bacon out of the oven where it’d been staying warm and set it on the counter. “Don’t think you can protect him from us, James.”
He snagged a piece of bacon and gave his wife an insolent smile. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, oh beautiful Mistress of mine.”
“Brat,” Yuki muttered as she smacked his hand away with her spatula. “Unless you want Wyatt coming back to find you serving as our new center piece I suggest you behave.”
James coughed and backed away. “I’m pretty sure it’s an unspoken guy rule that you shouldn’t be naked while you eat breakfast with each other for the first time.”
Michelle helped Yuki set the table, grinning at their banter. In their relationship, Yuki enjoyed his antics, and let him get away with a great deal before taking her husband firmly in hand and giving him what he craved - discipline followed by amazing sex.
Speaking of amazing sex, Wyatt strolled back into the kitchen, his swagger now back in perfect form. Michelle allowed him to see her desire, to see how much she appreciated his body. He grinned at her and nodded at Yuki. “Anything I can help you with, ma’am?”
“No thanks. I enjoy feeding big guys with hearty appetites. If your plate is clean it makes me happy to know that I’ve filled the hole in your belly.” She heaped two omelets and a mess of bacon onto his plate.
As she put food on Michelle’s plate the two women exchanged a look. Yuki had noticed how thin Wyatt was as well, and Michelle appreciated her subtle way of making sure Wyatt ate everything on his plate. Sometimes honey worked better than vinegar and, by phrasing it in a way that made Wyatt think of it as pleasing her, Yuki had ensured he would clean his plate. With Yuki’s willowy and almost ethereal exotic looks it was easy to forget how bloody good she was at being a Mistress.
James and Wyatt ate in silence for a bit, each of them making incoherent noises of appreciation, while the women chatted.
“Ma’am, this is amazing,” Wyatt said around a mouthful of omelet. “Did you go to school for this?”
“No, cooking is my hobby. In exchange for using the old barn as my studio I cook and keep Michelle from trying to kill us with her attempts at anything culinary.”
“Hey now! I
Similar Books
